Gay Erotic Stories

At eighteen, I joined the Army to escape having to tell my parents that their only son was gay. It wasn't long before I realized that was a mistake. When the Army realized it, I was out with not enough money to get back home to start over. I had a little over twelve dollars and eight of that went for a room at the Y. That was eight dollars I could have saved if I had known there were backstairs I could have taken up to the residents' floors. That's what other guys were doing to get laid. That's what I could have done to save money. There was always a door open and an attractive young man looking for company. After worry about survival got me depressed, I was looking for company. Every guy who saw me in the hallway stopped and stared. And every guy who found my door open and peeked in returned for another look-see. But the first guy who peeked in and said anything was another ex-Army guy. He zeroed in on my shaved head and started laughing. "You, too, huh?" he asked. His name was Antonio and he had money to buy us both cheeseburgers and drinks, but not a room for the night. "Stay here with me," I said. Thirty minutes later, he lay naked on my daybed waiting for me to fuck him. All I could do was stare at the gorgeous ass he was offering. A thousand times I had fantasized about a boy in that position. At least a thousand times. So, this was a moment I wanted to savor. "You'd better not take too long," Antonio said. "I've got to telephone my old man back at camp." "Your old man is Army, too?" "Uh-huh. The colonel." I gasped. "Your old man is the colonel?!!" "Uh-huh." That's all, brother, I remember thinking, and went forward and entered Antonio. I couldn't hold back doing to him what his old man's army did to me, no sir.